You gave the chance to fly— silver canvas street, and I, thrilled to join the fleet, steered my car on to the sky. Father, thank You for rainy commutes. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Rainy Commutes"
Ebony on top of ivory Face mirrors shining. Waiting to be played. Daunting beauty, magically arrayed. With hidden music only few can see while list’ners wonder what must be the key. Is beauty only effort—all man-made: hard work, denial, human drive displayed? A marker to our creativity? But notes ignite an ember in our […]Read more "Reflections"